Hideaway Strath Hold on, stop, look whats that sound?

Holy hell, the welcome party was here. First some strange, agressive wolf, followed by a youthful little thing and thrn Phox. Rye barely had time to squeak out a response before the first wolf demanded to know why Rye was here, then the second copied the first and Phox came to the rescue and just good lord it was a little chaotic there for a bit. But now that things were calm, and Phox explained, Rye gave his signature warm smile to the three of them. Then a playful huff at Phox's visitation comment but he shook his head.

"Good, really good. I'm actually here to stay, I've informed Quixote, so all that should be squared away." At least that stresser was over and behind him noe, "I see you've got some protective packmates, have lots of trouble getting the territory claimed?" Rye was by no means offended by their agression, he understood it was for a good cause, he was just glad Phox was there to step in when he did. Rye was sure the Dingo fella would've caused quite the stir.